This is a little story i wrote for my Honors English class. A doctor gets a chance to look inside the mind of a child who almost demolished the entire human race. What will she discover? Sorry, bad at summaries.

The scientist shuffled through the sterile corridors with her clipboard in hand, papers flying everywhere, her glasses askew, and her coat billowing behind her. If she didn't hurry, then she would miss the biggest scientific discovery the world had known since gravity. She reached the end of the corridor and placed her hand on the breath-takingly cold panel that scanned her hand. She was already in a maximum security area, but everyone had to be preapproved before going into the lab.

As the doors slid open, the sight she beheld was more than she had hoped for. The monitors were already humming with life, the people were frantically scrambling for last minute details, and the patient, who was the reason for the awful state of the world, lay lifeless on the cold table. He lay there motionless with tubes keeping his body from decomposing. The scientist entered the room.

"Morning, Dr. McGlaffer," exhaled the scientist's assistant, rushing up with a warm cup of coffee that she refused, "we have everything prepared. All we need is your okay, and we'll be up and running."

"Thank you, Andrew," the scientist acknowledged in a dazed voice. She strode over to the table where he was laying. She noted that he was only a boy of thirteen with the face of an angle, innocent and young. She wondered aloud, "How could such a young boy practically kill the entire human race?"

From one of the screen that lined the walls of the lab, an ominous and deep voice replied, "That's what you're trying to find, Dr. McGlaffer. We don't have all day. Get a move on."

"Of course, Mr. Smith." Dr. McGlaffer wondered if she would ever be free of the ruthless tyrant that ordered them around from his safe house. "Let's start the procedure." After she authorized her team to start the procedure, she distanced herself mentally from the young boy and any emotional attachments to him.

The people that were bustling around the lab stopped what they were doing to watch the surgeon expertly skin the boy's head and cut the skull to reveal the brain behind all the destruction. They next team of experts hooked the brain up to a computer by several series of multicolored cables. The computer would show the scientists the memories and thoughts of the young man. As soon as everything was ready, Dr. McGlaffer entered a command. It brought up a date, the date that changed the world forever.

A memory projected on the wall:

"It's time to wake up!" cooed the sweetest voice the world had known. "You'll be late for you appointment, Viturin!"

Light flooded the screen as Viturin opened his eyes. He sleepily gazed at his luxurious bedroom: the Spanish sofas that lined the walls of his room, the Indian rugs lying on the floor, the vases from the Classical Age of Greece sitting on hand-crafted pedestals with intricate designs cared into the woodwork, and the walls full of murals of the family's history. Viturin got out of his designer waterbed to get ready for the day. As soon as he was finished, he dashed to the decorated windows of his room, threw them open, stepped onto the balcony, breathed the morning air, and settled into the one of the chairs to watch the moon set on the mountains that surrounded his family's spacious estate.

Viturin walked back inside after eating his five course breakfast brought by a servant and went into the hall. He walked up several sets of marble stair cases and through several exotically themed corridors. Nodding to a servant who just passed him, Viturin stopped in front of a massive wooden door. He walked inside to greet a little girl, his sister.

"How are you today, Victoria?" he inquired of her with a large smile.

"Fine, just like every other day," she huffed in reply. "Why can't I go outside today?"

Viturin sighed, "Because you're allergic to people. You don't want see the people outside. They'll make you sick." Victoria pouted at his answer. "Don't worry. Tonight, you'll be able to see the stars come out."

"But what about the people?" Victoria challenged, not daring to hope that it would be possible. "I thought you said I couldn't go outside."

"I'm going to take care of that today," he confided in her with a sparkle in his eyes. "Why don't you work on your homework, and I'll come back when you can go outside."

Viturin left the smiling Victoria and walked back the way he came, but he went inside his study across the corridor from his room. His study was impressive for a thirteen-year-old; it had two large bookshelves lining the two side walls, famous works of art on the wall that had the entrance, including a family portrait, and a large window along the back wall. His desk was situated toward the back of the room, leaving space for the black leather sofas, coffee tables, and rugs. Viturin sat down at his desk and opened a program on his computer, punched in a few codes, and sat back in his Italian armchair to watch the computer do all the work.

Viturin's computer beeped a couple of times and opened up a program that only showed a large red button and, presumably, a description of what the red button did. Viturin looked over the description quickly, seemed satisfied, and clicked on the red button. Immediately, the screen red: VIRIS SENT OUT TO ALL PARTS OF THE WORLD. HUMAN ANIALATION: 10 HOURS IN COUNTING.

The screen went black.

The room held a thick silence. Dr. McGlaffer and her team finally understood why this young boy did this horrific thing. He wanted his little sister to have a chance to see the world. A world that his sister believed to be amazingly perfect, but in truth was broken and would be a disappointment for someone without previous experience in the real, ugly world. Luckily, the young man didn't succeed. Dr. McGlaffer knew that when the screen had gone black: the company's agents had taken the young boy out.

"Yes, exactly like we expected. Did you know the boy had a little sister, sir?" Dr. McGlaffer asked.

"That's not important. Give me the data when you're done. Make sure you dispose of the body before you leave the lab today, Dr."

Dr. McGlaffer looked over at the young man. "Yes, sir." So many unanswered questions could be answered if they kept him, but she had an agenda to keep and the body would add problems.

Dr. McGlaffer finished recording her data.

"If I keep the brain, I'll be able to get all the memories I want, and Mr. Smith will be satisfied with the body being thrown out," she reasoned with herself before asking a surgeon to get the brain in a jar for her.

Dr. McGlaffer walked out of the lab with a brain in the jar clutched in her hand, and a body in the lab's incinerator.

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